She Sent Them to Hell
Melanie had been in a secret relationship with her best friend's brother, Ethan, for five years, and finally, he agreed to make it public.
Her best friend excitedly called to confirm, "Melanie, I can't believe my brother's sweetheart is you..."
Just as she was about to nod, she heard her friend say, "Half-sister? I thought he would like you."
That single sentence hit Melanie like a ton of bricks. In a frenzy, she rushed to the company to confront Ethan for clarification.
Unexpectedly, she overheard him confessing his deep feelings to his half-sister.
"Rosalyn, you're the only one I love," he declared. "Marrying her was just to protect you. Keeping her nearby ensures she won't dig into her mother's accident and won't harm you!"
Upon discovering the truth, Melanie decided to accept the marriage to turn the tables on him.
However, after obtaining the marriage certificate, she realized she might have married the wrong person...
Before she could regret it, Ethan's rival, swept her into his arms. "You think you can just up and leave after tying the knot?"
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Chapter 1
"Melanie, guess what? My brother—the human iceberg—actually has his eye on someone!"
Melanie Gilbert had just secured a billion-dollar deal when she received the call from her best friend Leyla Dawson.
Hearing this, her heart skipped a beat.
Because the woman her best friend was talking about was none other than herself, who had been secretly dating Ethan Dawson for five years.
Ethan had said that once she closed this deal, he would give her a surprise.
At this thought, a smile curved Melanie's lips. "He told you already?"
"He didn't! That girl graduated today, and my brother traveled all the way just to attend her graduation ceremony. My brother, who barely posts on social media, actually shared a photo of them together and sweetly called her 'little princess.' Tsk tsk tsk, so cheesy…"
Melanie felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her voice trembled. "You… you must have… seen it wrong…"
She checked Ethan's social media feed. There was nothing.
"How is that possible? My brother specially called me over just to take photos of them! Don't believe me? Look!"
The moment Melanie saw the photo, her blood seemed to freeze.
The man who had spent the night wrapped around her just yesterday was now tenderly holding another girl in his arms.
The girl was smiling radiantly. It was her own stepsister—Rosalyn Burgess!
"Melanie, you have no idea how devoted my brother has been these five years. He flew to Pariion to see that girl…" Leyla kept chattering on, but Melanie could no longer hear a single word.
She instinctively denied it.
She refused to believe that five years of relationship had been nothing but a scam of affection!
Melanie ran back to the company like a madwoman. She knew Ethan had already returned.
She needed answers!
But just as she reached the office door, she heard ambiguous voices coming from inside.
"Ethan, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have pretended to be with my sister all these years either. But back then… my sister's mother's car accident… I really… didn't do it on purpose."
A buzzing sound filled Melanie's head. Her mind went completely blank.
She stood frozen in disbelief. Her mother's death hadn't been an accident?
Ethan's voice continued. "It wasn't your fault. Besides, these past five years, Melanie's life has been smooth sailing. Meanwhile, you suffered so much abroad."
Hearing this, Melanie covered her mouth in disbelief. Tears fell heavily.
When her mother passed away, she had been devastated. It was Ethan who had stayed by her side and handled the funeral for her.
Back then, he had promised he would protect her in her mother's place.
Melanie had believed him.
For so many years, she had never once doubted his sincerity.
But now her entire world was collapsing!
"But Ethan… are you really… going to marry my sister? Have you actually fallen in love with her?"
Melanie's heart lifted nervously.
"Silly girl, I won't fall in love with her. Marrying her is only to protect you. Only by keeping her right under my watch can I make sure she never looks into what happened back then. So she will never hurt you!"
In an instant, Melanie's heart plummeted and shattered.
"It's just that you'll have to suffer a bit, staying with me without any title or status." Ethan gently smoothed Rosalyn's hair with heartache in his voice.
"It's okay. As long as I can be with you, I'm willing to endure anything." With that, Rosalyn's red lips pressed against the man's throat.
Ethan let out a low groan. Desire flashed in his eyes as he pulled her tightly into his arms.
Soon after, his ragged breathing mixed with the woman's broken moans drifted out.
Melanie clenched her fists until the pain of her nails digging into her palms finally brought back a shred of clarity.
She stumbled away. When she reached a place with no one around, she finally collapsed and sobbed uncontrollably.
The love she had always believed in had turned out to be nothing but a cruel deception.
The man she loved deeply was also an accomplice in her mother's death.
Melanie felt as though an invisible hand was crushing her heart, the pain making it hard to breathe.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally calmed down.
She could not let her mother die in vain!
She had to make these two pay!
With trembling hands, Melanie took out her phone and dialed a long-unused number. "I agree to the marriage alliance with the Fuller family!"
The man on the other end sounded surprised. "You've finally come around?"
Melanie knew her father Darin Burgess only saw her as a tool for marriage alliance.
She didn't care. She only needed someone who could help her take revenge! "But I want fifty percent of the Burgess Group shares!"
Darin rejected without hesitation. "Impossible."
Melanie gave a cold laugh. "Fine then. Let your precious illegitimate daughter marry Mr. Fuller instead."
Her father exploded in anger. "Melanie, have you lost your mind? I'm doing this for your own good, and you dare threaten me?"
Melanie sneered coldly. "For my own good? Everyone knows Mr. Fuller is sickly, violent, and all three of his previous wives died under mysterious circumstances! Darin, don't think I don't know the Burgess Group is on the verge of bankruptcy. You desperately need the Fuller family's capital injection. You're rushing me into this marriage just to please the Fullers, aren't you?"
The breathing on the other end hitched. After a long silence, he reluctantly spoke. "Fine. I agree. But you must marry Mr. Fuller within one month!"
Soon after, her father arranged a meeting between them.
The next day, Melanie arrived at the location on time.
As soon as she entered the private room, she met the deep, intense gaze of the man seated at the head of the table.
Melanie secretly marveled. The man she was about to marry actually had an extremely handsome face. No wonder despite his terrible reputation, there were still flocks of girls throwing themselves at him.
Since she had already agreed to the marriage, Melanie didn't want to waste words. She went straight to the point. "When do you plan to get married?"
"What?" The man looked momentarily stunned.
Melanie frowned. His reaction suggested he had no intention of marrying?
The man studied her up and down, then suddenly smiled, his tone teasing. "Melanie Gilbert? Ethan Dawson's chief secretary."
He raised an eyebrow. "You want to marry me? But I heard your relationship with Ethan Dawson is… quite special."
Melanie was a little surprised that he knew about her and Ethan.
She gritted her teeth and finally nodded in admission. "Yes. We did have a secret relationship before. But we've already broken up…"
Melanie simply confessed everything.
After she finished, Mathew Fuller raised an eyebrow. "So you want to marry me just so I can help you get revenge?"
Melanie nodded.
Mathew's fingers tapped idly on the table.
For some reason, a faint smile curved his lips.
Remembering his unpredictable temperament, Melanie suddenly felt a trace of regret for being so straightforward.
Just as she grew nervous and uneasy, the man abruptly stood up and walked toward the door.
Instinctively, Melanie called out to him. "Mr. Fuller, where are you going?"
Mathew turned back, flashing a roguish grin. "Didn't you want to get married? We're going to get the certificate now."
Melanie froze.
Mathew glanced at his watch and kindly reminded her. "The city hall closes in half an hour. If we head for it, we can still make it. Miss Gilbert, are you having second thoughts?"
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9.1
"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry you, Jillian," Sir Zach told me. His face was dead serious, as if he had already made up his mind.
"What do you mean, marry me? Hey! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! There is no reason for me to marry someone like you!" I snapped at him.
It felt like he was trying to dictate every single thing I did, even though he wasn't even my boyfriend.
"I have a reason to marry you, Jillian. Something happened between us, don't you remember? You were actually the one who kissed me that night you were completely wasted," he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard at his words. Right. Something did happen between us. But it wasn't intentional. Someone had drugged my drink, which was why I acted that way the night he pulled me away from the "friends" I thought were genuine.
"So, there's no reason to say 'no,' my future wife," he said with a wink.
It looks like there's no way out for me. I'm actually going to be the wife of Sir Zach-my professor and the one person I'm always at odds with.
7.4
Tonight was supposed to be Cordelia's grand engagement party, the night she finally secured her future.
But an hour before the banquet, she received an anonymous video. Her fiancé was in the hotel's penthouse, tangled in the sheets with her stepsister. They had even paid off her trusted staff to keep her isolated.
Cordelia didn't shed a single tear. She walked onto the grand stage, hijacked the screens, and broadcasted their betrayal to hundreds of New York's elite. She tore up the multimillion-dollar prenup and threw the pieces in his face.
"The engagement is canceled. My legal team will seize your family's assets by tomorrow morning."
But instead of support, her own father violently grabbed her wrist, furious that she ruined their reputation. Her stepmother tried to slap her for the cameras, and her ex-fiancé threatened to completely destroy her career. Surrounded by the people who were supposed to be her family, she was treated like the villain.
Just as she was cornered, Justice Duncan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street, stepped out of the shadows.
He offered her absolute protection and capital, but only if she signed a five-year contract marriage to mother his four-year-old heir.
But when Cordelia finally met the little boy, her blood ran completely cold.
The boy was the exact baby she was told she had miscarried four years ago. And the billionaire handing her the marriage contract was the same stranger who had taken him.
7.1
Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time.
So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees.
She expected nerves.
She expected heat.
She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone.
He didn't ask for her name.
He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten."
And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible.
But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room.
Because the man who owned her body last night?
Is her stepfather's brother.
Her step-uncle.
Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around.
He says it was supposed to be one night.
But the way he touches her?
The way he stares at her like he's starving?
He doesn't want to let go.
And neither does she.
Even if it means losing everything.
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
8.2
For five years, I was the invisible glue holding Damien Crawford together. I was the one who pulled him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone marrow when he was on death's door. I even gave up a full-ride scholarship to MIT just to be his nurse.
Yet, he believed his mistress, Hadley, was his savior. To him, I was just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans—a piece of furniture he could abuse while he planned his wedding to another woman.
But his cruelty didn't stop at verbal abuse. When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the car, choosing to comfort Hadley over a fake panic attack instead.
His mother even slashed the tires to ensure I couldn't leave.
While my father died cold and alone, Damien stabbed a needle into my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to the fact that the scars on my skin were the receipt for his life.
He didn't know he was torturing the only person who had ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for crumbs of affection died along with her father that day.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number saved simply as a dot.
"He's dead," I whispered to the man on the other end—Anderson Morrison, the city's most feared Don and my sworn protector.
"I'm coming," he replied, his voice lethal. "And I'm bringing the army."
It was time to show Damien that he hadn't just mistreated a maid; he had declared war on a Queen.
8.4
For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss.
When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away.
I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment.
But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child.
His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock.
Julian knew nothing about this.
“Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.”
When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum.
He didn't know our child was gone.
He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away.
In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany.
I will leave him forever.